Lullaby, let it fly. Hearts on fire, little nightmare lolita. I spend my days telling love stories that I lived in Los Angeles. You make me want to burn in the sun. She had known happiness, it light through her like the dusk. The sun falls back into the sky and you’re way beyond the waves. The blue fell out of the sea and the sun came down in billows of lemons. She tasted the sky, and it was enough.
AS IF sweater by Wildfox Couture
Granny sunglasses by Wildfox Couture
sunhat by American Apparel
human alien shoes by Jeffrey Campbell
photos by Sh0oka
You look so warm, so dynamic. I was done at university and suddenly felt the world come alive around me. The trees came into color and nature seemed to beat like drums or a heart. See me run. I was wayward singing in a place I had closed my eyes to, but had always been. I ran through it all like I had never been there before. My surroundings were numb to me until I was granted my freedom.
Now it’s time. Time to be alive at all hours of the night. Time to play under the moon and picnic under the stars. Time to make photographs on rooftops and watch films outdoors. Time to read books I’ve never read, go to cities I’ve never been and fall in love with people I’ve never met.
white jewel cocktail dress by she inside
floral spring jacket by she inside
photos by ten